Friends, tomorrow is my birthday and I will be FOURTEEN years old!
That is a good age for a pooch isn't it?
I wasn't thinking about that on my walky today though.
I was thinking that there might be a SQU*RREL hiding somewhere under these rustly leaves!
Or maybe another hedgehog?

Dad: Nothing will convince Pooch that a pile of rustly leaves isn't a secret hideout for a critter in need of a game of chase.
You'd think he'd know better at his age, wouldn't you? ;-)